Faraway Thoughts

Topazshell:

I find this poem very emotional. It moves me.

Originally posted on Poet’s Corner:

Is it that we are more thoughtful
As we grow older and days remember
Or can it be we think of mortality
Of ones past, present, maybe future.

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Sudden Downpour

“It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you.” You turn to him with a big, wet smile. You hold up a tarnished…

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Her heart crumbled as she saw the betrayal laid out before her… Word Prompt

Her heart crumbled as she saw the betrayal laid out before her. She didn’t know whether to look at her brothers and sisters or to keep her head down.

Her heart crumbled as she saw the betrayal laid out before her… Word Prompt

Her heart crumbled as she saw the betrayal laid out before her. She didn’t know whether to look at her brothers and sisters or to keep her head down.


Nelson Mandela Day

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Today is Nelson Mandela Day. I am grateful for such a day. It is a time for me to remind myself of  Nelson Mandela’s legacy. His dream  for those he  left on earth is  to remember the highest motivation. It  is to love our fellowman. In other words to strive to live the Golden Rule, do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

How many miles from our continent is it to Africa? Thousands?…

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lucid, pennies, derail

My thoughts completely derail when I remember you walking into the dining room with chandelier candlelight behind you.

lucid, pennies, derail

My thoughts completely derail when I remember you walking into the dining room with chandelier candlelight behind you.


practice writing

Not every son who loves his mother will become the kind of man who knows how to love a woman.

practice writing

Not every son who loves his mother will become the kind of man who knows how to love a woman.


Write Now! The Day I Became a Thief

Write Now! The Day I Became a Thief

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As she … board the bus, she was frozen in her tracks when she recognized the man getting off of it. It was the man who accused her of stealing money from the church offering plate. It all happened one Sunday. Her life had gone from bad to worse. Now she was homeless. As a last resort, she…

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Chagall

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The Kitty jumped to the paisley rug.

“Barabbas! Give us, Barrabbas!”

In a Russian village, Marc Chagall

painted.

In an American village, I embroidered

a satin stitched leaf.

Crewel.

His red walls,

His cow faces,

His squares,

His angles,

spoke of Geometry-

A circle with a compass.

 

 

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On The Forest Floor

On The Forest Floor

A Boston Fern in the woods.

My root system wide as a small

hand crafted floral rug.

Tightly weaved like my

corn row braided hair.

Sing Jesus Christ is my Savior.

My leaves unfurl like a butterfly

stretches out of a cocoon.

Now there are light and dark

green feathers.

Cleansed by showers of the Holy Spirit.

mature Boston Ferns

resurrected daily.

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